THE WALKING MAN

Above the surf a cave waits, listening as the world pounds on, oblivious.  Tens of thousands of years preparing for a collapse  to be set fr...

  The new poetry is at the end, keeping to the time line and all. I have long been thinking about cause and effect. Everything we have see...

I live my life, in caves, houses, mansions (multiples, cuz ya,know, I can son), highest of higher risers and now the epitome calls To the be...

   We the billions of souls on the planet, not manipulating markets and planning trips to St Moritz, are the seas. Treading water,   attem...